A Beep to God

Turn back the times

To when I was young and mild

Joy always crowded on my face

Far back, past future bills and letter heads

Then, when a cry came back with an answer

Blessed by love’s early mercy

A circle cut shut by the devil’s false hope

To live and think of innocence never given

Survival scars forced onto one’s hands

scribbling away life’s birth marks

Crunched,

held,

walked

Then pushed

Some place far into oblivion

I, still out here

Searching for my father’s house